An Old Friend Reappears

Last week the roundtable discussion topic on the American Spanking Society had me thinking about the first pervertable I ever got spanked with. It was a wooden paint stirrer that we set aside to use strictly for spanking. Ron painted it gold and called it the Golden Paddle.

Did we still have it? I had long outgrown the thin wood paddle and had moved on to sturdier implements, and I hadn't seen it for a while. Had I thrown it away? I asked Ron if he knew where the Golden Paddle was.

"Sure," he replied. "It's in my bedside table."

"Really? I didn't know you'd kept it." Isn't he a sentimental softie? "Why isn't it in the toybox with the rest of the implements."

"There's no room. It's full."

I didn't think it was that full. Sure enough, when I peeked into the drawer later that day,  I saw my old friend and smiled, remembering the fun times we had shared. I think that next weekend GP will be joining us for some spanking fun. And I'm pretty sure I can make room for it with the rest of our toys.